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Later that night, his mother sat on the edge of her bed, looking pale and waifish in a white nightgown, her rosary beads in her hand and her tired red eyes closed. He watched her from the doorway until she�d finished three decades, which was two more than her usual. She needed the Blessed Virgin tonight. Quietly he padded in and sat down next to her. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. �I promise,� he said. |